Mr Selfridge

Thank you.

Mesdames, Messieurs.

Faites vos jeux, s'il vous plait.

Et vous, Mr. Selfridge?

All on black.

Here he is!

Mr. Selfridge, rumor has it you've incurred heavy losses.

Where's your actress friend

Miss Mathews?

How much did you lose?

How is being rich, Mr. Selfridge?

I hear you broke records at roulette.

I know you have a better story than that, gentlemen.

Go on, how much was it?

Thank you.

Come on, boys, give the man a night off.

There's a rumor about you and Elsie Lane!

Ah, Mr. Selfridge, how lovely to see you.

Good to see you.

Lovely to see you!

Good to see you too.

Ladies and gentlemen, princes and paupers

and the Earl of Oxford Street himself.

We've got a show for you tonight.

First up, all the way from America,

Miss Alberta Hunter!

Harry.

Victor.

It's busy tonight.

Cabaret.

People can't get enough of it.

And the gambling.

What gambling?

Oi!

Calm down.

Harry Selfridge.

Don't you know who I am?

The Whiteley brothers.

Father had a store, just like you.

Now that he's gone, you're running it into the ground.

At least he got himself killed once he was past it.

He had an instinct for business that you'll never have.

I don't care how rich you are.

Any trouble,

you're out.

I mean it.

What would their father think?

New generation.

All money, no brains.

Excuse me.

We'll keep an eye on them, Mr. Edwards.

Hey, Harry!

Join us.

Get that down here.

Please.

You're paving-

rm gonna get you!

You think I won't find you, but I will!

Grandma, what are you doing?

Quick, upstairs!

Why aren't you in bed?

It's after 10:00!

I am nine years old.

Sweetheart, good night.

Good night.

I'll be up in a moment.

Were there many people at the launch?

Oh, plenty, all gossiping about Pa and his affairs.

He should know better at his age.

I just wish he could find someone

who was a real match for him.

Come on, Mommy!

Can't you say something?

When are you going to tell her?

When I find the right moment.

It has to be Kitty first

or we'll never hear the end of it!

Well, it's hard pinning her down.

She's had a lot on with the house move!

Oh, I know, I've heard.

So should we have a formal dinner,

or cocktails and dancing?

Frank?

Up to you.

It's our housewarming!

I want an opinion.

Cocktails.

But if we don't have dinner,

no one will see the new Wedgwood.

Dinner, then.

Have a good time last night?

I was working.

Like I'm trying to now.

Selfridges' Queen of Time

will be the most striking monument on Oxford Street.

We need something bold... An abstract exploration of time!

I know this is not my specialty.

You're the new head of Design.

But surely, the function of a shop window

is to exhibit goods?

Or entice the customer with an artistic display.

Of goods.

Come on, Mr. Crabbe.

We're going to be late for Mr. Grove.

"The hours pass by

and are reckoned to our account."

Yes, very good.

These are the best of times.

What better way to mark it than with the Queen of Time?

A landmark on Oxford Street

that will be here long after we're gone.

That day is long off, Mr. Grove.

We're none of us as young as we used to be.

Sorry to interrupt, Chief.

Mr. Grove?

Happy birthday!

I say!

Oh, look at that!

I haven't told them how old you are.

Best not.

But it is 20 years since you joined Selfridges.

And I hope to be here for many years more.

Thank you.

Shall I?

Make a wish!

You and Frank all settled in?

So much to do.

So many rooms!

And the furniture from the old flat looks tiny in there.

So, when do we get to see it, then?

Dinner, Saturday?

Everything's topsy-turvy,

but if it's just you two, it won't matter.

Uh!

You're family.

Yes, yes, we are.

Good, well, it'll be nice for us to catch up.

Saturday.

Can't wait.

Weather looks good for the weekend.

Mrs. Crabbe will be very disappointed

if I don't bring home a trout or two.

Miss Marple.

Always remembers.

Still in New York?

She wrote at Christmas.

Sounded very busy.

She's a talented woman.

Made a new life for herself.

She's sorely missed.

Happy birthday, Roger.

Thank you, Arthur.

Well, I never!

Mr. Gordon!

Here to see your father?

I'm a bit early.

Mr. Gordon, how lovely to see you.

Mrs. Edwards.

How are the provincial stores?

Ticking over.

The Chief's lucky you keep such a close eye on them.

That's the job he gave me.

Well, blow me if it isn't Mr. Gordon.

Good to see you.

You too, Mr. Howler.

You miss the store.

I'm sure I'll be back one day.

Colleano's is in the papers.

There's been all this hoo-ha about the black boxer.

The American champion.

Wanted to fight the British champ,

can't because of the color bar.

It seems Victor's doing it as an exhibition match.

I hope we get an invite.

Mr. Selfridge, you have a visitor.

Yes?

Hello, Harry.

Mae?

What are you doing back in London'?

Well, one of my ventures hasn't gone so well.

So I need to sell my shares in Selfridges.

Oh, Mae...

It was such a pleasure buying them from Loxley.

I really don't want to let them go,

but the truth is...

Well, I need the money.

See, according to my husband, I'm getting a divorce.

I'm so sorry.

I had no idea.

How dare you speak to me like that!

Who do you think you are?

I'm sorry, Mr. Grove,

but I can't work in this house a minute longer!

Well...

She told me she was in charge!

Meryl called her an interfering old bat.

She told me I should watch what I say!

Be quiet.

Ernest.

Meryl.